We're
going for the traditional Christmas look this year...which means homemade
decorations and a trip to the tree farm for the 'real thing'. The neighbours
have gone to great artistic lengths to string up lights in their outside
trees and windows, the boys' eyes are as wide as saucers when the sun goes
down and the lights come on...which is around 4pm!!!
As
we look forward to our last two weeks of holidays before the "home stretch",
we would like to wish you a wonderful Christmas and look forward to catching
up with you in the New Year.....
T’was
just before Christmas, and all down our road,
The cars were all sliding
where it had just snowed,
The houses in Vernon, all
sprinkled with flakes,
Dressed up for the winter,
like icing on cakes,
The children all skating,
or skiing or sledding,
And layers of clothing, inside
they are shedding,
And Mum’s got the chore of
drying ‘em out
Warming them up with some
cocoa, no doubt,
With Dad in his thermals,
ear-muffs and scarf,
Folks back in Oz, are surely
to laugh,
There isn’t an inch of his
body to view
Except for those lips, that
are purply-blue!
The kids off to school in
their warm winter gear,
Wont stop nasty bugs, of
that have no fear,
They catch every flu’ and
bacteria, no fuss,
And bring ‘em all home, to
share ‘em with us!
And so at the end of a wintry
day,
With our fingers all numb,
and the blood run away,
Our lots not so bad, so do
not despair,
We’ll just soak in the hot-tub,
rum toddies to spare!!
Ah, feel those bubbles
melt all chills away
Are those bells in my head
or is that Santa’s sleigh?
The twinkling lights of the
yachts on the lake
Are making me drowsy, I can’t
stay awake,
Yes, the rum’s working nicely,
I can’t feel my hands
I’m dreaming of sunshine
and warm, golden sands
A vision of waves lapping
up to the shore
And seagulls, and seashells
and seaweed and more….
When from inside the house
there arose such a clatter
I jumped up from the tub,
to see what was the matter
The drops on my eyelids,
they instantly froze
My hair, and my shoulders,
the tip of my nose
Its subzero out here, with
a chill factor too
My legs are all red but the
rest of me’s blue
It must be St. Nick, delivering
the goods
(Either that, or a cougar
come in from the woods!)
Duck down in the water, now
what was that dream?
A six foot *barrel through
a cloud of steam
If I just close my eyes,
I can picture that sight
So Merry Christmas to all,
and to all a Good Night!
(Apologies to Clement Clarke
Moore....)